Damon 

Sitting at the Mystic Grills bar. Damon stares at the drink in-between his hands. Failing to shift his mind from a certain blonde. Eyes not moving as Alaric sits down next to him.

Damon voices his recurring thought, "She is going to get herself killed."

"We do have two safety nets to bring her back, after all."

Scowling Damon turns towards Alaric, "I'm not talking about Elena."

For a moment Alaric is silent. Unsure who Damon is so worried about. Until then newest member of their group flashes across his mind, "Gwen, you are worried about Gwen."

Before Alaric can ask why a hand slaps onto the bar, next to Damon. Bluish green eyes stare down at him and Alaric. Eyes that belong to a man with dirty curled blonde hair. Wearing simple jeans, shirt and jacket.

"Gentlemen? Why so glum?" The man greets them.

"Ugh. Klaus, I presume," Damon guesses.

"In the flesh," Klaus looks at Alaric, "Thanks for the loaner, mate"

"I don't suppose I could talk you into a postponement, by any chance, huh?" Damon asks.

"You are kidding," He looks at Alaric, "He is kidding, right?

Alaric shakes his head, "No, not really."

Klaus leans closer to Damon, eyes narrowed, tone hard, "Let me be clear...I have my vampire. I have my werewolf. I have everything I need. The ritual will happen tonight. So if you want to live to see tomorrow, don't screw it up."

Satisfied with his threat Klaus leaves. Damon returns to staring at his drink. A plan forming in his mind.

Alaric address Damon, " You're going to screw it up, aren't you?"

" Are you gonna help me?"

"What do you want me to do?" Alaric questions.

"First going to get information," Damon's eyes sweep over the crowd. Landing on Trent enjoying a small sandwich. Damon resists the urge to sneer in annoyance, Could use backup with power, "Scratch that, first we recruit a third wheel then get information."

Alaric follows Damon to Trent's table. Remaining standing while Damon takes a seat. Trent swallowing his food focuses his gaze on Alaric, asking, "Who is this?"

Damon answers, "Alaric, he is a teacher."

Trent still ignores Damon, "Interesting what do you teach?"

"History," Alaric answers.

At the same moment Damon spits out, "We could use your help."

Trent shifts his attention to Damon. Leaning back and Crossing arms over his chest, "And why would I even agree to help you."

"Because you helping me, helps Gwen," Damon huffed in frustration as Trent stayed silent, "Look Gwen has agreed to help our current vampire problem. Even if it means risking her own life. Help me and maybe we can avoid her doing that."

"Fine," Trent agrees.

"Great," With Damon's words they stand

Trent pays and follows Alaric and Damon to Alaric's car.

Trent 

Trent follows Damon and Alaric into a apartment building. Mind burning with questions. The urge to speak with Gwen pulling at his limbs. Yet Trent believing he had time, ignore the pull. Focusing on his curiosity for what Damon is planning. Within a few minutes from leaving a elevator. Alaric and Damon stop in front of a brown door.

Trent silently watches Alaric unlock and open the door. A girl who could pass for Elena's twin, with curly hair. Stands near the door, hands on hip. Trent immediately is grateful for Gwen sharing her true past,

Must be Katherine.

Smiling she addresses Alaric, "Look who is dump enough to come back."

"Well, someone had to invite him inside," Alaric turns to Damon, "Please come in."

"Gladly," Damon answers with a smirk.

Trent follows as Katherine steps closer to Damon.

A storm of fury in her eyes, "Are you trying to get me killed?"

He pushes her against the wall, "I gave you vervain, now I'm here to collect. Trent and I got it from here, Rick."

"Who is Trent?" Katherine questions.

Trent moves a few steps over and waves at Katherine, "That would be neat and I'm guessing you are Katherine. Heard a lot of about you from Gwen."

"Is that so, want to hear more?" Katherine opens her mouth in a smile. Letting it morph until her gangs show. Black veins in the corner of her eyes, surrounded by red.

Before Trent can release a sarcastic  remark, Alaric voices a question to Damon, "You sure?"

"Yeah, only two of us needs to get blamed for this," Damon drops Katherine, ta king three steps back. Standing side by side with Trent , "Go back to the house. Keep a eye on everyone there."

Nodding Alaric leaves, locking the door behind him.

"Get blamed for what?" Katherine asks, recapturing the boys attention.

Crossing his arms Trent stares at Damon, I don't remember agreeing to take the blame for something.

"where is Klaus keeping his werewolf?" Damon asks Katherine.

Trent breaks his silence, "Why do we need to know that?"

A irritated sigh leaves Damon's lips, "Dead werewolf equals no ritual."

In other words no reason for Gwen to risk her life at the moment.

Katherine shakes her head, "You can't interfere, Damon. Klaus will kill you and everyone you've ever met."

His idea might just put Gwen in more danger.

"I just need to delay this thing," Damon shrugs, " You should like this considering it's going to buy another month of your pathetic life."

"Except that I'm not the vampire he's planning on sacrificing."

"What?"

Katherine smirks, "Yeah. He's got Caroline Forbes and Tyler Lockwood. Therefore, I'm in the clear."

"And where'd he get that idea from?"

Katherine holds her hands up in innocence, "Hey! I'm just trying to stay alive long enough to get myself out of here." Her hands drop to rest on her hips, "No way I'm not helping you interfere and put my life on the line."

Damon turns to Trent with a simple, "Your turn to change her mind."

Katherine huffs, "And what is he going to do? Tell me a story?"

"No," Trent answers, shifting his body towards her, "How about slowly shred the inside of your throat."

With a growl Katherine rushes for Trent. Only to be stopped by Damon forcing her hands behind her back. Quickly Trent use Katherine's distraction to grab her shoulder. Grip tight, fingers digging into her skin. Red veins bloom underneath Trent's hand. Spreading to Katherine's neck. Slowly inching up her chin. Katherine coughs up puddles of blood. Eyes wide as she struggles to breathe. Staring into Trent's now black irises.

After two seconds Trent let's go. Backing away with heavy breaths. Ignoring the fitque hitting him in small waves. Damon releases Katherine, who knees give out. Sending her to the floor. Coughing up more blood to join the puddle before her.

"Tell me where Klaus is keeping them," Damon demands, "Unless you want to cough up more blood."

Katherine shakes her head, voice rough, "He can't kill me and I will heal."

Okay time for a real threat.

Avoiding the blood, Trent walks over to Katherine's side. Slowly bending down, hand resting on his boot.

"I know what you really are, a survivor. You don't care about what it might cost, just as long as you live," Katherine remains silent. Trent digs into his boot. Pulling out a thin, sharp, dark wood stake. He waves it in front of her face, "This will kill you. The wood is strong and enchanted not to break."

Katherine lunges for it. Damon quickly pulls her back. While Trent hand wraps around her arm. How about the lungs this time? Katherine immediately starts gasping and chocking on blood. Red veins spread to her shoulder.

Released from Trent's grip and curse, Katherine speaks, voice weak, " The tomb. He's got them in the tomb."

Both boys stand as Damon thanks Katherine. Reminding her to clean up the blood. They leave in the floor Katherine glaring.

Outside Trent addresses Damon, "Good luck."

"Wait you agreed to help me."

"And I have," Trent shrugs, "Forgive me, but I'm not so sure this plan of your won't back fire. So I'm going to go make sure Gwen stays safe."

Trent leaves without another word. Walking his way back to the hotel room. His own plan forming in his head.

Gwen 

Gwen's unexpected nap is disturbed by the ringing doorbell. With a groan she moves, feet casually carrying her to the door. Halfway down the stairs Gwen pots Jenna. Alaric by her side, both heading for the front door.

"I got it," Gwen calls to them, speeding down the stairs.

"Umm okay," Jenna replies.

"I can give you guys a head start to run if it's someone not friendly"

Jenna nods, backing up a couple of feet. Alaric stays where he is at , "Good point but you could always use back up."

"Your choice," Gwen shrugs.

Taking a deep breath, feet planted, Gwen swings the door open. All tension leaving her body at Trent's smiling face. Returning his smile Gwen moves aside. Holding the door open she silently invites him inside.

Shutting the door Gwen turns to Jenna and Alaric, "Guys this is my friend Trent," She points to Jenna first, "Trent this is Elena's Aunt Jenna and history teach slash friend slash Aunt Jenna's boyfriend."

After hellos are politely exchanged. Gwen leads Trent to her old temporary bedroom. Joining him on the edge of the bed.

Trent speaks first, "How are you doing?"

A simple innocent question for most. For Gwen a confusing complicated one. Everything inside her a ragging storm of emotions.

"Okay," Gwen answers, not wanting to deal with her storm, "You?"

"I'm good," Nodding Gwen's gaze falls to her hands, "Gwen, are you still looking for the crystal?"

"No," she shakes her head, "It was a lie."

"What do you mean a lie?"

Her eyes land on his face, "It cant give life, the one who created it , my ansoter showed me."

Gwen doesn't elaborate and Trent doesn't ask for more. Understanding the unflinching control Gwen as over ghost, being a Necromancer himself. She allows Trent to pull her into a hug. Finding more comfort in it then words.

"What are you going to do now?" Trent asks as they pull apart.

Gwen is grateful for him not bothering with useless words of sorry, "Help Stefan and Elena. After that I don't know," Gwen let's her inner thoughts spill out, "Part of me wants to leave town again, this time never come back. Leave the past in the past, but that is just burying my pain again. Until it refuses to be buried. And then I'm alone unsure how to heal," Gwen eyes move to the window. Watching birds fly by free of burdens, "I need to face it....heal and move on," Gwen switches her gaze back to Trent, " I think staying here is how I do that."

Trent grabs her hand, giving it a light squeeze, "You are going to make it through this."

Before Gwen can give a thank you. Alarics panicked voice echoes from downstairs. Leaping up Gwen races down stairs, followed by Trent. They find Alaric tugging on Jenna's arm. Both arguing with each other by the front door.

"It's a trap Jenna," Alaric agruges.

Jenna is shaking her head, "No, you didn't hear her."

"Hear who?" Gwen's question gets both of their attentions.

"Elena," Jenna answers, "She could barely speak through her painkied and I could tell by her unsteady voice she was crying."

No way Elena, who thought lying to Jenna would keep her safe, would all of a sudden call her in a panic for help.

"I'm pretty sure Elena is with Stefan. He will keep her safe," Gwen tries to reason but seeing the determination in Jenna's eyes. Settles on a different idea, "How about you give your phone and I will call Elena back, find out if it's her or Katherine. They do sound exactly the same but I know how to underneath Katherine's skin. If it's her she will drop the act fast with me."

Jenna pulls out her cellphone. Eyes staring at it unsure. Until Alaric encourages her, "It is a good plan. I promise Jenna if it's Elena. We all will go to help her."

With a sigh Jenna hands Gwen her cellphone. Flipping it open Gwen goes to Jenna's call history. Hitting dail on the first recent received call. Gwen leans on the staircase railing. It only takes two ring for someone to answer.

Elena's panicked voice fills Gwen's ear, "Hurry Jenna please. I..I can't hold on much longer."

"You really are a good actress, but your snobbish tone ruins it," Gwen teases.

"What are you talking about? It's me Elena, please I need to talk with Aunt Jenna."

"Cut the act Katherine and while your at shove a stake in you your own heart."

A minute passes and Katherine practically sneers into the phone, "You must feel all mighty being able to tell us apart."

"Yeah I do, anytime I can ruin your day makes me feel all happy."

This time a rich voice answers Gwen, "I agree love, getting Katherine all riled up is a fun activity, but getting me riled up is not."

"Klaus."

"I'm glad you called Gwen, perfect timing."

"Why is that?"

"I'm in need of a vampire and Necromancer for tonight. All thanks to our wonderful Damon."

Oh Damon what did you do? Staring at Jenna's fearful eyes a light blurb clocks in Gwen's mind, "Go find someone else, you will not be using Jenna tonight."

"Oh, but I can."

"How so?"

Klaus chuckles, "I send my people who can enter a house uninvited. And trust me they all can pack a punch. Tell me Gwen how many people can you take on at once?"

Uneasy and fear crawls up Gwen's spin. Her mind trying to race through every scenario. While jeering her face natural as possible. He could be bluffing or have a miniature army ready to break through the windows. Either way every scenario ends in Jenna being taken.

"Okay I'm listening," Gwen says hoping he will pick up the hint.

"I will keep this simple. Dear Aunt Jenna can stay safe if you walk out that house and follow my witch to tonights lovely main event aka to be my Necromancer replacement."
Gwen ignores her urge to snap no. And her brains flashing signs of warning. Instead her eyes roam over Jenna's worried face. Briefly across Alaric's and Trent's.

She makes her dission quick, "Okay"

"Good, now hurry up."

Klaus hangs up without another word. Gwen hands Jenna her cellphone back.

"Is Klaus coming here?" Jenna ask, voice uneven.

"Don't worry about can't get into a house uninvited," Gwen shrugs, "Stefan should be back soon , but just incase Alaric maybe you should grab some weapons."

"Good idea, come on Jenna," With that Alaric leads Jenna into the parlor.

Silently Gwen tugs in Trent's shirt. Leading him back to her old room.

Silently Gwen tugs in Trent's shirt. Leading him back to her old room. Keeping her voice low, "I need a favor," Trent nods, "Bring Elena back." His eyebrows drop in confusion, "I made a deal with Klaus...Trent thank you for everything."

Gwen pulls him into a hug. Planning on a quick get away. Only to be thrown back by Trent's power. Before Gwen can shake off her surprise. The bedroom door slams shut. Slowly she rises to her wobbly feet. Panic flooding her bones Gwen races for the door. She turns the doorknob again and again. Every time she deynied the door opening.

Unable to think clearly Gwen pounds on the door, screaming "Trent, Trent, Trent!"

"I'm sorry Gwen," Trent's voice is muffled, "Not going to let you walk into deaths arms. If Klaus want a Necromancer then he can have me."

"No, no, no, please," Her heart squeezes in panic at the thought of losing someone else.

"Glad I got to meet you Gwen Jordan. Been some of the best moments of this life. Do me a favor Gwen make some great memories and find happiness...goodbye."

Tears fall from her eyes, fist pounding on the door. Her voice full of desperation, "Please, please don't do this....Trent!"

Her scream is pulled from deep within.